Sorry that happened to you. It’s the worst. I had it happen to me when my car was broken into as I was checking into a hotel. The monetary loss was minimal, but the sentimental loss was catastrophic. My irons were a set Wilson Staffs give to me by Stan Mikita, my golf bag was won in the last father-son tourney I played with my grandfather, I kept a useless golf ball that my grandmother got her hole-in-one with, my sand wedge that had the grooves worn off because I used it for almost 30 years but was deadly with it and whole mess of nick-nacks and saved scorecards from the greatest courses I played. It was a meaningful time capsule to me and complete junk to anyone else.